Page 124 of Jeweler to the Blessed
More. I wanted to remove the barriers between us and chase this feeling from which I knew I’d never recover. “That was a good start.”
He growled again at my goading. My legs wrapped around his hips as he hoisted me from the ground. He carried me to the back room with his lips never ceasing their exploration.
I was sprawled on the bed before him in moments. Immediately, I was cold, bereft of his touch, even while his heated gaze slid down my body.
“Take the tunic off.”
The command had me moving before I could consider another option. That smirk was back at my efficiency.
“Come here.” I crooked my finger at him. “I need to touch you.”
He moved slowly, as if savoring the sight of me, savoring these moments before desire overtook our senses. I was sure he felt the same heat of our connection. Every part of me wanted it back. He pulled his own tunic over his head, and I inadvertently licked my lips. Honed muscle covered every inch of him.
“See something you like, Chaos?”
It wasn’t worth lying. I nodded.
“I’ve wanted you since I caught you about to start the street brawl to save that man.” He crawled toward me on the bed. “So defiant. So creative. So utterly destructive. So careless with your own well-being in the face of others’ suffering.”
My heartbeat raced as he hovered above me. I’d never thought of myself in such a manner. Through his eyes, Iappeared a fearsome creature. Mostly, I tried to survive in a kingdom not made for me.
I raised my hand to touch his chest.
He caught it and placed my palm over his heart. “I was yours the moment I heard you call memy guard.”
My cheeks heated as I remembered my description of the man who’d saved me multiple times.
“And I will be—your guard—no matter what happens.”
The heat surged between us where my hand rested on his chest. I brought my other hand to his neck and pulled him to me. “I know. Take me. I’m yours too.”
His kiss consumed me—tongue searching, heat building as his weight settled over me. Each place we touched brought a new flare to life. I chased the feeling, my hands roaming over his shoulders and back. My legs wrapped around him, chasing more connection, more friction—all desire.
He pressed me into the bed, giving me what I so obviously craved. In this, he wouldn’t deny me. My legs uncurled as he tugged at my leggings, granting him access to remove them. His heated gaze traced each new inch of exposed skin as he peeled them away. The final stitches of clothing between us removed, his hands mapped my curves as they traveled toward my throbbing center. With the slide of his first finger into my heat, my head tipped back, and a heady groan escaped my lips.
“That’s a good start,” he echoed the challenge, and I knew I was done for.
Another finger. The heat between us shot straight to my core. My hips bucked as he stoked my pleasure.
“You’re going to come for me, Ember.”
The command in his voice was back, and I didn’t want to resist. He worked me as he slid down my body. Teeth scraping, lips nipping, tongue tasting, he explored me while his mouth moved to meet his fingers.
Another whine slipped free with the first languorous lick against my center. The next thrust of his fingers had my body arching into him.
He smiled against me. “Ready?”
Ready? Probably not. This man protected me with a dedication that bordered on religious devotion. The first stroke of his tongue had been enough to tell me I was ill-prepared for what came next.
But that wasn’t going to stop me.
I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. There were too many unknowns and so many things we had yet to discuss, but they wouldn’t change this feeling. I wanted to capture it, for it to be ours before we were forced into another situation over which we had little control.
He must have seen my nod. Another moan escaped while the pleasure built from his touch. I wouldn’t need much more. The way he feasted with ravenous attention made me think he didn’t care. Tongue and fingers moved together, building our connection to a fiery inferno.
My back bowed, my thoughts scattered, and heat flared inside me as I shattered.
That didn’t stop him. He continued with a single-minded focus, wringing every drop of pleasure as I rode my release.
